Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

Aggression - Poem by Meena Kandasamy

Ours is a silence
that waits. Endlessly waits.

And then, unable to bear it
any further, it breaks into wails.

But not all suppressed reactions
end in our bemoaning the tragedy.

the outward signals
of inward struggles takes colossal forms
And the revolution happens because our dreams explode.

Most of the time:

Aggression is the best kind of trouble-shooting.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 20, 2012

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